An inquisitive monk—let’s call him Peete Starbuck—decided to brew these magical goat dancing berries, and voilà, the first cup of coffee was born.
Clever Monks & Dancing Goats
Forever in Blue Jeans
I felt groovy and cool wearing them, especially with the handle of my purple comb sticking out of the back pocket.
Tiptoeing Through the Tulips
I believe there are two types of people in this world, those who roam through cemeteries, and those who don’t. I fall into the first camp. Earlier this week I traveled to the Land of Cheese(heads) to visit family and reconnect with my Dutch roots. My mother and I spent the good part of a... Continue Reading →
April in Paris
Monsieur Guy and friends most likely swooned in horror when a decade after the Eiffel Tower was built, city engineers had it painted yellow.
